Come on, let me make you laugh a bit...
We’re taking the train to Paris so we can bring the dog, as neurotic as I am… the train stops due to bad weather and stays put for three hours… I’m cursing because I’ve got a serious backache and in the meantime I watch Inter being annihilated by those damn Germans. I arrive at the station at 2, damn it, and there are two thousand people for a taxi. I wait “calmly” and finally get to the hotel at 3:30. I’ll skip over the two useless staff at reception; better that way…
Breakfast this morning and we head to the Latin Quarter, bar-apéritif… they don’t have an apéritif menu and no Campari (in the Latin Quarter, damn it!!!). I avoid discussions about the wine that they bring me… I send the Countess off to explore the market and I’m just…
What should I do?!?!
If I get arrested, will you start a collection for me??!!